hallway. Chloe remained standing, the cold, hard texture o
m," Edwin Foster's voice interrupted he
ing the turmoil in her heart, and
is Barrett Mitchell held in the family
bly yanking off his tie and throwing it on the s
entle male voice came through. "Ba
et a woman," Barrett's v
the other end of the line, sounded intrigued.
usual nausea and revulsion. Instead, there was a strange, uncontrollab
aid, his voice hard, cutting off Vincent's
-ceiling window, staring out at the rainy night. The i
Unable to sleep, she began to quietly observe her
s on the bedside table, including a
pair, gleaming gold, was the exact style of
erious man from three years ago have been Cullen Mitche
oped her, sending a
ht, holding the cufflink, the doo
to hide the cufflink back in
the door. Behind him was an impos
's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
ank. She knew s
lly bowing her head to hid
ver her slowly, finally landing on the jewelry box she had just
passive. "I was just curious about what my h
t, clearly unconvinced. He pointed to
eling as though
e cufflinks. Instead, he changed th
skipped a be
lking to himself, yet also to Chloe. "The touch of any woman drives
ett Mitchell had some kind of condition that prevented him from touching women
e locked onto her again. "
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